Lena lounged on the couch in her skimpy robe, phone pressed to her ear as she listened to her husband’s voice on the other end of the line. John was stuck at the office late again, working on a big project, but that didn’t mean Lena couldn’t have some fun with him. “Hey baby,” she purred into the phone, her voice low and sultry. “I was just thinking about you and decided to give you a little call. I miss you.” John chuckled, the sound of typing keyboard keys clicking in the background. “I miss you too, honey. But I’m pretty swamped here, so I might have to call you back later, okay?” Lena smiled to herself, already knowing that wasn’t going to happen. “Oh no, you don’t get to hang up on me that easily,” she said teasingly. “I have something special planned for us. Now, listen closely…” She could hear John’s chair creak as he settled in, clearly intrigued by her tone. “Okay, I’m listening. What do you have in mind?” Lena shifted on the couch, letting her robe fall open to reveal her naked body. She ran a hand down between her breasts, trailing it lower and lower until she reached her bare pussy. “First things first – I want you to put me on speakerphone and set your phone down on your desk. Then I want you to unzip your pants and take out your cock. Stroke it nice and slow for me.” There was a pause, followed by the sound of fabric rustling over the line. Lena could picture John sitting there, his hard cock in his hand as he waited for her next instruction. “That’s it,” she cooed. “Wrap your fingers around it and stroke it from base to tip. I want you to imagine it’s my hand on you, my fingers gliding over your hot, throbbing flesh.” She could hear John’s breathing pick up, the rhythmic sound of him jerking off filling the line. Lena let her own hand slip between her legs, rubbing slow circles around her sensitive clit as she listened to his pleasure. “Now, picture this,” she breathed, sinking two fingers into her wet heat. “I’m kneeling in front of you, my lips just inches away from the tip of your cock. I’m looking up at you with big, sexy eyes, my tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum forming on your slit.” John groaned, his strokes getting faster and more frantic. Lena could tell he was close, his cock throbbing in his hand as he followed her every dirty word. “Mmm, I can taste you,” she continued, scissoring her fingers inside herself and thumbing her clit. “You’re so hard for me, so ready to explode. I want you to cum for me, baby. I want you to imagine painting my face with your hot seed, marking me as yours.” With a strangled cry, John began to cum, his cock spurting all over his desk as he obeyed her every command. Lena felt her own orgasm crash over her at the same time, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she rode out the waves of her climax. They both panted into the phone for a few moments, coming down from their highs. Finally, John spoke up, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. “Fuck, Lena,” he rasped. “That was incredible. I don’t know how you always manage to blow my mind like that.” Lena giggled, feeling proud of herself. “All part of the service, darling. Now hurry up and get home so we can do this for real.” She hung up the phone with a wink, already looking forward to the next time she could work her magic on her unsuspecting husband.